Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Tell me a Story (Yes, You)

There is a game from my past. It was always good for a laugh or two. I thought on yet another grey (googgle, I will spell gray as grey if I want to ....) day that we could play today - all of you and me. It might still be good for a giggle or two still.

Alright - here is the game.

I start the story with a sentence. Then the first person that comments continues the story taking it in what ever direction they desire. Ending after a few sentences.

You do not complete the story - you just continue it. Then the next person to come along and comment picks up the story where it has been left off and keeps telling the story (again in which ever crazy direction you want).... so forth and so on.

Then today (Wednesday) I will finish the story by posting everyone's comments together and ending it. Then you can check back tomorrow for the finished product. Or if you are sitting in your pajamas and slippers drinking tea/lattes and ignoring work while you blog all day then follow the progress through out the day.

If you think you can up with something better, then do something about it. Don't just grumble get those fingers walking and leave a comment to take the story in the direction you want...

Got it? Ok good - Here are the starting sentences:

The e-mail on her Blackberry (that's for you Adam) had arrived just as Jasmine was slipping on her favorite jacket. It was the news she had been waiting for. Without a second thought she headed straight for the airfield.

As Jasmine settled down for the long journey ahead she thought of the contents of the e-mail. A fantastic mystery. You will not believe it !" the voice had said. Jasmine wasn't sure what lay ahead for her when she arrived at the island. The next few hours would soon tell ................

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The trip to the airport was uneventful. Jasmine boarded the plane and found her seat. Sitting next to her was a man with his face turned towards the window. He looked familiar. Just then he turned and Jasmine almost screamed!

She realized it was an old flame from years past. When they decided to part ways, it was difficult on both of them. He had dreams of going off to Harvard and she to Northwestern. She wonders what to say to him, yet she can't get her mind off the e-mail.

"I still can't forget, I'm consumed by thoughts of what could have been, what should have been. I'm laden with guilt, I love my life, but can't escape the longing. And you, do you ever think of me?" He looks down and replies...

her crazy Aunt! Will her Mom understand that her Aunt just had to kill him? Before he killed her? The island held all the answers! Wait why is Havard Man going there? "Why are you going to the island?" I ask. "I got an e-mail from an old friend saying she needed my help" said he.

As she sat thinking about her own cryptic email she had received, the plane prepared for departure. The take-off was smooth, and they were at altitude in a short amount of time. Beginning to relax now, she turned toward Harvard man and as she opened her mouth the plane lurched all of a sudden...

Her seat belt was already off and she went straight up in to the air and landed in Harvard Mans lap! " Well," he said "Couldn't wait to get your hands on me, could you!" Jasmine was angered by the comment and so she ...

jumped off his lap back into her own seat and motioned for the airsteward to bring her a drink. She needed to collect her thoughts. The message on her phone brought her back to the present. As the steward handed a drink to her, she once again hears the ring of her phone. She opens it and reads the new message...

An envelope will be waiting for you when you land. In it you will find a map. You will need to make it to the cabin by sunset - and make sure no one is following you.

What will she find waiting for her at the cabin...does she dare go alone? As she mulls over her options she notices Havard Man pull out his blackberry. She pretends to reach into her bag so she can see the message on the screen.....

Jasmine kept to herself during the remainder of the flight and besides Harvard Man had fallen asleep! The plane landed on the little island smoothly. When it came to a full stop Jasmine jumped out of her seat and proceeded down the aisle, She wanted a head start to get the map!In the tiny airport she asked if there was a package for her. The agent handed her a envelope with her name on it. Ripping it open she found....

"Evolution" Havard Man said walking up behind Jasmine. Fabin reached out to hand Havard Man the map. Jasmine snatched it out of Fabin's hand and ran as fast her stiletto heels wound carry her. She hoped into a cab and yelled for the driver to go. As he pulled away from the curb her stomach lurched as she realized she only had 3/4's of the map.

her therapist. This is no time to go solo she thought as she popped her antidepressant into her mouth. Washing it down with a sip of luke-warm water from the bottle she'd bought on the plane, she hollered at the cabdriver, "Watch out!"

There in front of the cab was Harvard Man, riding a motercycle he had quickly 'borrowed' from the eatery owner. The cab screeched to a stop and as the driver got out to yell at Harvard Man, Harvard Man jumped behind the wheel and speeded away leaving the cab driver standing in the middle of the street. Harvard Man smiled lazily at Jasmine in the rear view mirror and said, "I think you will be needing the other part of this map...and me." Splashing her warm water at the back of Harvard Man's head, Jasmine replied...

business partner of my law firm. When the police told me the name of the woman that murdered him, I knew it was your Aunt. Now, someone is obviously getting both of us out on this island together. For some reason. We'll need to start out on this map. At the same time, their Blackberry's go off and another text message appears. It reads......

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I am a mom of 4, a small business owner, the keeper of the house, a free spirit, a person who can not be boxed into a simple description, and so much more... I drink way too much coffee, I am love my afternoon naps, and late night blogging. I laugh at myself more than anyone else.
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